The Ghost

All the sorrow, the pain, the solitude floods my veins
I can't recognize the man in the mirror, my eyes are turning grey
I am the ghost haunting down this old grey house
Living inside my pain for such long time
It all makes sense when I touch your face, with my pale cold hands
If only you could feel my love, when I had my last breath
I am the ghost haunting down this old grey house
Living inside my pain for such long time